Cicadas always mean summer to me, blazing hot days and the background white noise of cicadas. As a kid popular trick was to bring them into classroom and hope they would burst into song at an inappropriate moment. Also, being boys, the gruesome, shed nymphal stage was a popular adornment guaranteed to get a rise out of the girls. I hope yours found sanctuary somewhere to sing for its mate.
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YUP, it matches MOM's!!!
I'm hawt in it... baby... hawt.
*adjusts the strap under her chin with a jaunty jerk*
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